Who Are You?

Quixotic, dazzling sparkle that found me
From places unknown with words that echo.
Page upon page of insights shared in picture, poem, and praise,
But time I have not to know.

The magic of the moment when discovery beset.
You appeared and entered what was open to all,
But kept hidden as a seedling, sprouted below soil.
Yet found it still and with voice did call.

Who are you? And why?

A universe of options and two universal questions
Collide as the moment and opportunity reveal itself
And explode like sunshine upon glass to glisten forth,
And carry it’s message written in light.

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